You are Wee-ahd
i was at montgomery yesterday, waiting for my moms. there were all these people walking around. they were doing stuff.
it's wee-ahd. society? what the hell is that? what makes a creature wake up, scrape the hair off their face, knot something uncomfortable around their neck and spend all day speaking into a plastic handle? what makes an animal shove their feet into protective coverings that put them at higher risk of injury, mold their hair into complicated patterns, and spend the day trying to get people they don't know to buy things they don't need for an organization of people who have mutually agreed to behave like a bunch of rapid wolverines on meth?
i just don't get it.
i feel, frequently, like we've all been the victims of some bizarre spell. the matrix is real and that's what is really sad. it isn't some crazy AI driven conspiracy. we've done this to ourselves.
and we're too stupid to control it.
happy independence day!
not only is there no spoon, but spoons are wee-ahd anyway. there is no need for spoons.
david byrne once said, "table manners are for people who have nothing better to do."
in more positive news, nobody noticed that i was late today.
the dog hates fireworks. hates them. nasty fireworks.
